Moving On

And we continue to lead these independent lives
Seemingly erasing our past away.
We go on dreaming,
imagining like there was no yesterday.
We are lost among the millions of Christmas lights.
The speed of time takes us far away from our memories and plight.
Is this what they say to wither away?
One day you are a smiling green,
then you turn a happy red and alas,
The paleness sets in.
I seek peace in the warm coffee,
In my chaos, I search for order.
Happiness is far away.
I shall fill my life with things that give you meaning.
But it will remain empty.
I try to make sense of every word we spoke,
but a mystery it remains.
I shall put the pen down,
One final time.
When my mind stops speaking.
It is going to take a while.